What I have always admired about my mom is that when I turned 18, I got to make my own decisions. She was supportive of me while growing up, and now as I’m trying my hand at freelancing, she continues to be encouraging.

She gets on a plane twice a year and endures my family of seven. My kids love her because she still tells it like it is. Her visits now, however, are getting shorter and shorter which is somewhat distressing. She’s slowing down and seems to get tired quicker. We laugh about our lack of memory. And drink loads of coffee.